Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.